March 24, 2009


  • The rabble-rousing voices overhead
    Declare the veins of gold to huddle scared
    While those who should have known the path they led
    Pressed through the twilight boastful and impaired
    We see the flowers grayly bloom in dust
    The robin sings no hunger to rejoice
    For reason smiles only when it must
    Thus seek we every crimson mirrored choice

    If ebony and snow both float and shine
    If all roads lead to Roman dreams of fire
    The seeds of empires carry their decline
    They rise and fall to clockwork of desire
    The stone is split and quarried from the earth
    And branching trees are hewn to plank and board
    And every child though noble in its birth
    May choose its way to dying by the sword

    So gather shattered pieces where they lie
    For time shall build from them a brighter sky